Muy Poco Antes De La Guerra
Charles Aznavour
Just Before the War
My insolent twenty years
Your innocent fifteen years
Dedicated a thousand poems to you
Rhyming on the same theme
You were just a girl
Just before the war.
On the threshold of adolescence
When desire is impatience
Sadness nested purity
And I loved you without much skill
Our witness was the earth
Just before the war.
To the rhythm of a guilty love
What was inevitable happened
Lost was your figure's sweetness
And we were hastily married
Life changed and this was it.
A faded uniform
A rifle and four cartridges
Burned fields of the defeated
And barbed wire in the wheat
This happened in other lands
Just before the war
Where did your fifteen years go?
And the fiery red of your ribbons
When joy reigned
Without worrying about life
When we were ignorant of sorrows
Just before the war
If of the war
If from the war
The war.
